A Younger Son

Thor jogged down the path and turned to smile, nimble feet kicking up dust clouds, dying sunlight and distant, early torches outlining him in a blazing silhouette; truly he was a god, Loki’s brother. And in this moment he did not feel the familiar stirrings of jealousy in his gut, but something different, though still felt low in the pit of his stomach; it was hot and alive and not something he wanted to think about over much until he was safely behind the golden doors of his chambers later that evening.

He shook his head, as if by doing so he could dislodge his troublesome thoughts, and flitted down the road after his brother; a sparrow chasing an eagle.